Rain has the power to hypnotize.
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Rain has the power to hypnotize.
HARUKI MURAKAMII sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
HARUKI MURAKAMISometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAnyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
HARUKI MURAKAMINobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t think of myself as an artist. I’m just a guy who can write.
HARUKI MURAKAMII dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
HARUKI MURAKAMIMemories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
HARUKI MURAKAMII want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
HARUKI MURAKAMIThere’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
HARUKI MURAKAMIIf you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAnd once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAs we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
HARUKI MURAKAMIRemove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
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